Eat Dirt Poems - Poems about Eat Dirt

...I feel like I'm trying to lick a stone Let's not say Easter Island - nothing weird Not even Stone Henge Non descript standing stones... faux history There's not a lot to be gained Particularly ......Read the rest...

...casting shade on food security~ let them eat dirt......Read the rest...

...I have lost a lot of friends A lot of my friends from back then Time has stolen them from me I am not even certain Of how they met their end ‘ But you specifically Do you remember In Nursery ......Read the rest...

...If I could have just one desire maybe multiples of sevens I would swallow my pride place it inside Up Chuck spew out the spoonful of defoul on a tablespoon sprinkle it with......Read the rest...

...Aunt BeMah had complex of “worst scenario”. No matter what happened she would be screaming “oh, no!” If you fell down on cement and skinned your knee, She would scream about a cancer possibility......Read the rest...

...Proud Mica I mustn’t go inside For I will die Though forbidden I dig for mica, A shimmery crystalline rock Resembling thin mirror glass I bare scars From scraping the ceiling inside......Read the rest...

...An awful stench is circulating in the air erupting dark clouds everywhere Rough waves moving backward casting doubts and hammering fear Muddy water gushing down the dirty stream disrupting an......Read the rest...

...My feet drowned water My fingers ate dirt My mouth failed filth  My heart beat yours While trying to kick habits You silenced my life  Suffocated spring r......Read the rest...

...Baby, You're not mine I'm not giving you the time I'm too busy writing my lines in sweetness sublime Baby, Get away I don't want to play With Your sandbox of toys Your mommy took away I'll......Read the rest...

...Temporary housing for the quick and the dead, Lucky ones get to leave on occasion But nothing is certain and medicine an art. Life’s a vacation from hospital beds, The one you are born in, The o......Read the rest...

...I stand within these walls of comfort, Called freedom. While in every corner of this world, My siblings die. Brothers and sisters of earth, Struggling for hope. My vagabond mind wanders in circles......Read the rest...

...I grew up in Middletown, where everything was pretty much average. Every house, every car, every mom, dad and every kid were all just about the same. Except for Paul Locke. Paul was th......Read the rest...

...I can't believe in Haiti they eat dirt cookies,  But have you heard that on the news or in the latest movies?  Those people are relying on the rain, To help grow their grain,  When we're just was......Read the rest...

...I stand within these walls of comfort, Called freedom. While in every corner of this world, My siblings die. Brothers and sisters of earth, Struggling for hope. My vagabond mind wanders in circle......Read the rest...

...Did you ever have real good thoughts? Where you're not stressed or distraught? Well thinking about our Savior, I was feeling rather good, When I was interrupted by a long ago friend that lived in ......Read the rest...